Philip silenced him, and he retired, execrating his hard fortune in not being allow'd to add the two songs to his collection.

While pleasure brighten'd the features of almost every inmate at the castle, one being was giving an unrestrain'd rein to the melancholy which had assail'd her. Sarah shudder'd at the passion she had entertain'd for Philip; and, although ignorant of the close affinity between them, at the time, she could not but consider herself culpable. At present, the sight of her brother was more than she could sustain, with any degree of composure. When the intended journey to London was mention'd to her, she, therefore, implored her mother to let her continue, for a few months, with Miss Plunkett; after which, she promised to join her relations in England. But, to this the countess gave a decided negative: she fear'd that retirement would feed, instead of assuaging, that grief which, it was too visible, augmented daily; and flatter'd herself that the enlivening scenes of London would tend, more than any thing, to the restoration of her spirits.

The dejected Sarah made no farther opposition; her mother's will was to her a law, to which she had, always, paid implicit obedience, and she bow'd assent.

When Esther Plunkett took her friend's hand, and (wishing her a pleasant journey, and a prosperous voyage) observed, she expected, when next they met, to hail her as a duchess-poor Sarah shook her head, and the tears started in her eyes.

This, however, pass'd unobserv'd by any of her family; and she seated herself, in silent dejection, in the carriage. The drivers applied their whips to the horses-the vehicle roll'd on-and the Castle of Ravenglass soon disappear'd; never more to salute her eyes!

CHAPTER XIV.

Here is a sight to make a statue start with horror-er turn a fiving man into a statue!

LILLO.

Oh! mischief! thou art swift

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

ROMEO AND JULIET.

OUR party arrived in London, without any material incident; and Lord Neville had no sooner seen them settled, than, with a lover's impatience, he set out on his journey into Lancashire; accompanied by his faithful Humphry, who, indeed, insisted on attending him.

He retraced the self-same road that he had travell'd, months before, when, an alien to the world, and almost unknown to him

self, he was proceeding to the capital, the child of chance.

On changing horses, at one of the towns, he observed, as he sat in the chaise, an assemblage of boys, throwing stones at a small shop-window, and hallooing vociferously. Presently, a meagre visage was thrust through a whole pane, to it's complete demolition; whence issued a voice, that exclaim'd, "Curse you, you little devils! you're making my window like a cullender; I shan't have a square of glass left as big as the ace of diamonds, presently!"

The speaker was no other than the chattering barber, whom the reader may remember to have shaved our hero, in a preceding chapter. He alighted, and, entering the shop, without ceremony, ask'd him the cause of the confusion he had witness'd.

"I am not at home," cried the tonsor, his head still through the window, like a man in the pillory.

"I, always, thought you abroad," said Neville; " but, if you can remember an old

friend and customer, tell me what has put you into such a dreadful passion?"

"Those boys: curse 'em! they are as mischievous as a swarm of hornets! But, if any of 'em live to wear hair upon their chins, I will give 'em a grand scrape; I'll shave 'em with a razor like a rasp, and make their faces as raw as a piece of beef," quoth the barber, drawing in his pericranium.

"Don't you recollect me?" demanded Philip.

"Perfectly well," replied the barber; "I took you by the nose, at the sign of the Bible and Beef-steak, over the way. You gave me half-a-crown for my trouble; but you would not hear my stories. Oh! if you could stop, now, and listen to one of them, (that regards a love matter) you'd melt, like a pot of soft pomatum."

"I am sorry my business does not afford me leisure," said Neville. "There is something to drink my health: and good day to you."

"Thank you, good sir; may your horses be as sure-footed as goats, and as swift as